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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Come What May With A Could Have Today!

Today the cat will tell you what could have happened as he was out and about. Geez, if everyone thought like this every day they would scream and shout. That would hurt the cat's ears. Plus I wouldn't want to have to listen to all their fears.

Asleep in bed,
Resting my head.
The light fixture could fall on me.
Glass stabs and I'm under a tree.

Get out of bed,
And it brings dread.
Trip and whack my head.
Oopsy, I'm dead.

Make it to the shower.
It has such power.
The shower head flies off.
Taken my final cough.

Get to my breakfast plate.
I eat and take the bait.
Oopsy, I choke.
Now I'm one dead bloke.

I make it out the door.
Down the steps I explore.
Oopsy, trip and fall.
Hello oh hallowed hall.

Walk in the garage below.
And what do you know?
A pipe breaks over head.
Once again I'm good and dead.

Get to the car.
But can't go very far.
It goes boom.
Put something funny on my tomb.

I pull out and onto the street.
Again I'm left in defeat.
Bam, side swiped out of nowhere.
I'm dead, what do I care.

Every five seconds as you drive,
You are lucky to survive.
Hit by a nut or a building goes boom.
Hey, it could fall on you and cause doom.

If you finally make it to work.
There some evil could lurk.
A tack could come in contact with your neck.
Bleed out as you hit the deck.

Wow, the cat could go on all day. That was just an hour on display. How do you humans survive? It's a wonder you ever make it to the end of the day alive. Hey, I had to play with it. Only morbid a bit. The cat may even choke on some bass. That would not be fun for my little rhyming ass.

You haven't met my 16 year old Rosita. She is queen of the universe, master of the field mice, coyote evader, house cat extraordinaire. No none of those fears, Just don't think you're going to touch her fur unless she says so. My mom has lived with me for 12 years and Rosie still wanders when I will come to my senses and drop her and my brother off at the human pound. They could touch the fur.

Those are some ways to die but the one that sticks with me is the German man who had to clean an elephant's den. He was under the elephant's heinie when the elephant made a drop, knocked him out cold and could not breathe so he died from elephant's dung

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Orlin the cat is the rhyming king, all kinds of entertainment and fun I bring. Pat sometimes gets a vote when he has something to say of note. But it is mostly the cat here at our mat. Pat is owned by my myself and Cassie, who is rather sassie. The two cats and Pat reside somewhere in Nova Scotia and "eh" isn't part of our chat. So here at Bush #5, you can balk, poke fun and just enjoy my hive. If you can't then find some sand from any land, pick it up off the ground and proceed to pound. See what fun I can be? So enjoy my sea where the absence of a plot is a plot and now that is all out of me.